Some things end up meaning so much to you. You didn't even blink that time I nearly broke my hand when knuckles met wall stud in a fit of misplaced rageno, you grabbed me by the belt loops and skillfully incapacitated me, closing the bedroom door with your shoulder. Somehow, though, this means more to you.

"You," I begin. You sit up on the bed.

"Are." I slowly roll the chair over to you, the plastic wheels catching on the carpet.

For a minute you simply look at me.

"Mercury."

"Really?" You lean your elbows on the back of the chair, eyes impossibly huge. "Why?"

"You're light " My fingers work their way into the warm tangle of your hair. "And delicate. And, under the right circumstances " I pull you into a soft, brief kiss. "You melt at room temperature."

Hahahaha, absolutely fantastic, wow! I loved this--the dialogue is terse but not unnatural-sounding, and the actions you describe are just enough to give us the bones and let us flesh out the surroudings. Love that one short paragraph about what happened before--just, something about "closing the bedroom door with your shoulder" really resonates with me. Perfect. <3

I also don't know whether you intended this or not, but the whole time (since I knew the title) I was thinking to myself the fact that Mercury is poisonous... and the incredible properties it has in its liquid "quicksilver" form. ; )